Winx16

[Rated 18]


Alana Gates is a rebellious 19 years old girl who spent her whole teenage life enduring her mother's abuses. After a certain incident occurs in her life, she moves to New York to stay with her aunt and continue her education. 

The simple life she plans to live quickly gets complicated when she gets entangled with Roman Ashford, the richest and most arrogant man in the whole of New York, and has to be his woman for the next 31 days.

Will she be able to deal with his hot and cold personality.

Will she be able to tolerate his vexing attitude for the next 31 days or will this relationship turn into a complete disaster? 


....


She gasped when Roman lifted her and sat her on his lap, wrapping his arms around her, his sudden action catching her off guard.

"What are you doing?" she asked, trying to wiggle out of his hold.

Roman showed no sign of letting her go. His hands circled around her waist as he rested his jaw gently on her head.

"I'm sorry," he said softly.

Alana stilled at his words, puzzled about why he was apologizing. If anyone should be apologizing at that moment, it was her—she had broken the contract. Was he not mad at her?

"W-Why are you apologizing?" she stuttered, struggling to understand his character.

"I had no idea that you were afraid of blood. If I had known, I would have washed up and changed before you got back."

Completely speechless, Alana didn’t know how to react. She wiped the tears from her eyes, unknowingly smearing her mascara.

“Aren’t you mad at me?” Alana asked, looking up at Roman, trying to gauge his expression.

“I was, but not anymore.” 

Roman took hold of her wrist, his sharp gaze immediately landing on the scar on her inner wrist. He gently ran his thumb over the mark, his touch both hot and ticklish against Alana’s skin. 

“Who hurt you?” Roman asked, his tone soft.

“No one... It was an accident,” she replied, turning her face away from her wrist, slightly taken aback by the question.

Cold Desire

After Alana was done with her meal, she thanked Jane before returning to the bedroom to take her phone, which she had been charging since she forgot to charge it last night. 


Before she could reach to open the door, Roman stepped out, fully dressed, plush and handsome as always. His gaze settled on her for a brief second before stretching his hand toward her. 


"You came to get this, right?" Roman said, holding her phone up for her. 


Alana's eyes fell on his hand, and she immediately took her phone. 


"Thank you," she said, as she tucked her hair behind her ear. 


"You're all set, I presume?" Roman said, walking past her. 


"Yes," Alana replied as she trailed behind his steady strides. 


"I'll drop you then," Roman said, his gaze falling on his wristwatch. 


When they reached the elevator, Roman pressed the button, and it opened. Alana stepped in first, but Roman did not follow. 


A Message